"you want to make life a little nuts...otherwise it's just a bunch of thursdays strung together...."
i used to be the king of "breaking routine"...that was my entire philosophy, the antithesis of stagnant even if it meant double fisting gatorades and popping advils and holding in the puke on the subway to work the next morning....it kind of goes along with my ADD....kind of goes along with my inability to sit still...kind of goes along with my wandering tentacles of interest....and it was the stubborness that refused to believe certain truths of life, like aging or the static life that connotates the word....and as much as the past 2 years of my life have pushed my horizons to a new playing field of globe trekker my recent 3 week purge due to a bet has left my liver inversely atrophy-ing, my sleep habits hovering near psychological disorders....no liquor, no life? what's a drink here and there anyway? what's a rage of drunken fervor anyway? apparently a LOT....
this is my pulp fiction redux.....
- Well yeah. I was just sitting here, eating my muffin, drinking my coffee, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity.
who's my lil muffin?? i think my muffin craze started with this lil guy...red bean mohci muffin....open it up..and stuff it with some ice cream...oh man soo good...
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